Mr. Song looked at the cup in front of him, as big as his face, and felt troubled.
If he drank this vodka, would he still have his life? But if he didn't drink... he was already a dead man...
Mr. Song was in a dilemma, gritting his teeth in the end, holding up the cup in front of him, and gulping down the vodka.
One second he was putting down the cup, the next second he was rushing into the bathroom.
After throwing up copiously beside the toilet, he barely crawled up from the floor and returned to the private room. Before he could even sit down, Zhang Te clapped his hands and immediately a waiter came in with a tray full of vodka.
After filling up the large glass once again, Zhang Te smiled at Mr. Song and spoke out: "Mr. Song, you should, after all, behave fittingly if you're playing the maid, shouldn't you?"
Mr. Song was so scared that he rolled off his chair onto the ground.
